"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep."
The day after accepting Militech's commission, Carl contacted Maine.
"Beep."
Maine: Carl, what is it?
Carl: I've got a job here that might need some extra hands. Interested in helping out?
Maine: You're getting into the fixer business now?
Carl: It's just a commission I took directly from a Corpo Dog. Because of certain identity issues, I can't handle some things myself, so I need people outside my team to help. I called Brown and the others too, but they're still on vacation, so I thought I'd see if you were free.
Maine: I ended my vacation yesterday, right in front of you guys. I picked up a job, but I should have it wrapped up tonight. Is your job urgent?
Carl: The employer gave us plenty of time, so it's not urgent. The pay is five hundred thousand eddies. If you're interested in joining with your crew, I'll give you half.
Maine: Five hundred thousand?!
After Carl sent that message, Maine stopped replying for a moment after his initial shock. Carl knew he was considering whether to take the job.
As mercenaries, they could accept jobs without knowing the details beforehand. In fact, Corpo Dogs rarely let mercenaries know much about a job in advance, since they might refuse it or leak information. But as long as the money was good enough, mercenaries usually didn't care.
And half of five hundred thousand was two hundred and fifty thousand. That was clearly enough money not to care.
In other words, it was enough money to risk their lives for.
After a while, Maine sent another message, as though he had calmed down.
Maine: A job handed out directly by a corporation pays this much without a fixer taking a cut? But will it really